Silent for so long.
I can barely remember
your voice in the trees.
Oh, I don't know. We'll see.
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About Me
- kev99sl
- Middle-aged, pipe-smoking idiot who used to think "adventure" meant smoking Cuban cigars and catching out on freight trains from his boyhood home of Riverdale, Illinois. (Now understands that true challenge lies in trying to explain to two [now three; can it really be three?] hell-raising little boys how Darth Vader is both a good-guy and a bad-guy in the context of Christ's grace.)
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- What I Am Not Paid to Do
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- I'd Need a Dictionary
- The World and the Earth
- Persistence
- Weaponry
- Conversations About the Treachery of Polar Bears
- Dreams That Are Not Dreams
- Questions
- Untitled
- Hotshot
- And With My Rural Pen I Stained the Water Clear
- East Troy
- Minutes
- Near
- Sleeping In
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